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cold flame
A single burning flame illuminated his lonely existence with an unfamiliar, yet strong radiant chill. Fueled by the curiosity, he spied the core in the corner of his eyes as the rest of its body danced in synch to the breeze. Intensely beautiful, he admired the overflowing passion in hues of violet and blue that was both ferocious and gentle. How long has he been in that state? He was a stranger in this world, an unplanned and uncontrollable visit he had no other choice but to follow. But he knew it was too late to return, for the future had now become the present, and the present the past. It was now a faded memory, a faint crease on a small part of the mind, seemingly trivial yet powerful enough to carry with him for ever... frozen in time.
Inspired by "the imperfect.."
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feeling
ticket
! i >.< ^(oo)^
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silently
and secretly
I was just trying to...
But I ran out of words.
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a bf
brain fart
Amidst the darkness and chaos, my eyes eventually gave up on me, only to leave me with a vision of light at the end of a tunnel. It flickered, only to burn brighter seconds later.
And just like that, I've succumbed to the very thing I have been running away from.
And just like that, it was inevitable from the start.
I wish it would all end...
And aie is the best.
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loner
pffft
For some reason foreign to this world, I like this. How about you?
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abstract
DnTSS
I have a problem. I've never suffered from insomnia. But there's a downside to it. And that's... I dream way too much. Recurring dreams of events I don't approve. It's almost a torture.
In total darkness, one loses the sense of time, space, and... self.
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prepping
for July
So July came with a little surprise.
Or should I say this little surprise came with July?
Or should I just not bother saying it since these two aren't related at all?
At any rate.
Here I am, at 1 o'clock in the morning, thinking.
And I thought that the rice was supposed to be sticky, not the weather.
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Disgusting. Just disgusting.
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